While returning from duty today, I stopped at a restaurant in front of my house for noodles. I always get hungry after a night shift — hot noodles and tea is the ritual.
One man enters the restaurant and orders the owner a quarter of Rockbee. It is six in the morning.
He was dressed in old-style jeans. Vintage. I call it the Amitabh Bachchan style.
He gently pours half the bottle of Rockbee (brandy) into a glass. Looks at the glass. Looks at the bottle. Then asks for water. Slips the bottle into the back pocket of his jeans.
Takes a single shot of brandy.
Utters the sound: “Aghhhhh.”
Wipes his mouth.
Exits.
I sat there drinking my tea, eating noodles, mentally yelling: “This tea is hot as hell and my eyes are burning.” (The owner was peeling onions next to me.)
Don't read too deep into this. All I'm saying is I was having noodles for breakfast. Hehehe. Have a good day, hooman.